#independentcho

[misterblaisezabini]

@independentcho

“  what did you want to tell me? ”

[ericbrandonrp]

What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare? Top three things on your wishlist?

Interview the Muse

@independentcho

“Uh…ta—ta have a fam’ly. A woife, a choild…maybe two. Jus’…someone who accepts me the way I am, y’know? An’ me worst noigh’mare…well, ta never have tha’. Ta die without ever knowin’ wha’…wha’ luv is…”

“Top three things? Righ’ now? I’d kill for a brownie. I’d luv ta move back ta Oireland, ta be honest, live a’ the coast an’ enjoy loife. No runnin’ or hoidin’ anymore. An’ there’s someone I really wanna kiss an’ pull into me arms an’ never le’ go of…”

[thewrongsorts]

@independentcho​​ replied to this wildly flattering post

THE LAST SENTENCE!! SO TRUE!!! 💖

BAAAAAABE I CAN’T DEAL WITH YOOUOOOOOOOUUU

[prodigalpercy]

@independentcho​ conjured: note .   cho slips  percy  a  note  saying :   [ they’re following us ] .

        shit.  percy licks his lips nervously as he twists his hand, making the note disappear into thin air.  he passes a glance at cho, planning his next move.  the last time he had been this alert was during the second wizarding war  --  when the ministry was filled with death eaters.  with kingsley focused on the affairs at home, percy has found himself working more and more with the department of international cooperation, and thus in turn with the international confederation of wizards.  the senior undersecretary takes two more steps forward before stopping.  “act natural,”  he says under his breath before turning, smiling.  “gentleman,”  he says, eying the delegates from russia  --  tensions have been high recently between their two magical communities, a reflection of the muggle world’s values as well.  

and in a moment, percy waves his hand up, conjuring smoke with wandless magic -- now that he’s thirty, he’s become decently proficient in it.  “this way,”  he says, reaching for cho’s hand, tugging her down the hall as spells go flying. 

[lvncher]

this is the kind of content I’m here for // @independentcho

[multusxcastalides-archive]

@independentcho​​ inquired: scritches ( from cho to theo )

     She was still in his arms, pressed up against his side, one leg slung across his body, one arm across his chest as if to keep him in place. They were both out of breath, slightly panting, Theo’s heart still hammering against his ribcage. Something that Cho could undoubtedly hear with her head resting on his chest.

    “You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now,” he whispered, his fingers combing through her hair, turning his head slightly so he could press a kiss to the top of her head. One arm wrapped a little tighter around her and pulled her closer, while he pulled the blankets up on top of them with the other, making sure she wouldn’t get cold.

     “Cho Chang,” he sighed, a smile on his lips. “Have I told you lately that I was very lucky that our kids decided to be friends? Maybe I’ll have to buy them a gift to thank them. Without Em and Leo, I don’t think we’d be here right now.” He was fairly certain that if he asked Emilia if she wanted a gift as a thank you, she’d ask for a pony, so maybe he would hold off on that for a while longer.

     He nuzzled her hair with his fingers still running through them and fell silent for a moment, thinking over how lucky he truly was. This all felt different from when he was still with Olivia. It had all been so hurried back then, whereas everything he did with Cho was slow, deliberate, calm, and much easier to enjoy.

     “Cho?” He gently tugged on her hair to make her look at him. “Will you marry me?”

send me  ‘ scritches ‘  for my muse’s reaction to yours stroking mine’s hair to calm them down in an emotional moment… || Accepting

[thirsttoprove]

“  do you want me to go?  ”

He brushed a hand through his bed hair ( it looking no different from how his hair usually looked) and shot Cho a quick smile. “No, not at all.” The mood may be a bit awkward, and Harry had been a bit upset to find the bed empty next to him, but Harry wanted Cho to feel comfortable at his place. He didn’t know what exactly this thing between them right now was and thought it might be best to give it time as well as to let her know that she was definitely not overstaying her welcome. “Please feel free to stay. I was about to make breakfast for two.”

@independentcho

[choseni]

@independentcho​

“Now, remember, the only reading material you should have out during lessons are textbooks and notes, understand?” Harry gave the second-year girl a stern, yet good natured smile as he passed back the magazine he'd taken from her during lessons that morning. She nodded, her face bright red as she shoved it back into her bag and bolted from his office.

Harry sighed, waves of affections for the students washing over him as the spring air from the open window blew in, ruffling his hair. Harry watched as Ariel, his brown owl, swooped back forth in front of the window, enjoying stretching her wings in warm air for once.

There were only a few months left of Harry's first year as a teacher, and though Harry was the current youngest member of staff in his mid-twenties, he felt as if this job had aged him in a good way, put him right where he'd always needed to be, and now he could just be comfortable.

It seemed he wasn't the only one enjoying the day. Harry glanced towards his office door as he heard laughter from out in the hallway. Harry recognized Flitwick's voice, but he couldn't place what would have the old professor so amused out in the middle of the hallway. Harry turned down the dial of the radio on his desk and stepped towards the door, peering out towards Flitwick's office.

Flitwick was speaking with a witch, her back to Harry. They seemed to be engaging like old friends, though Harry noted the witch had to be about his age, though she was dressed smartly. There was something familiar about her silky dark hair, something about it giving him a not-entirely unpleasant swooping feeling in his stomach.

Harry crept further into the hallway, gasping as a draft pull of wind from the still-open window caused his office door to slam shut loudly behind him, echoing throughout the hallway. Harry felt his face flush and he resisted the urge to shrink back, reminding himself he had just as much a right to these halls as her, and he had not been purposely eavesdropping.